Esme Uden Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

Secret Rooms

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

Finally, Joris shows up, all outta breath. He’s like, “Sorry, bro! Got caught up in the traffic on De Laar.” I roll my eyes. Uden traffic? What traffic? It’s a small town! But whatever, we decide to hit up the local market.

PICTURED: Worker Craig Van Uden who was crushed to death on the job